Well, a busy week, hence no posting here. I’ve been, variously, doing various bits and bobs to prepare for my daughters fifth birthday on Friday (-amongst other things, we’re going to play Build a beetle at the party, which I think is inspired, because Grannie isn’t going to get down on the rug and play pass-the-parcel, nor jive around during Musical Bumps).
I’ve been attempting to do some sewing (for money) for a friend of mine, but in the process have discovered that I’m the Worst Seamstress in the World, and although I can variously experiment with machine embroidery, zig zag through paper, and generally do things that No Sewing Maching Ought to be able to do, I can’t sew ribbons on a circular skirt with any sense of accuracy or, err, sense. Drat. That was going to be Christmas money, that was. Embarassingly, friend is coming round to ‘give me a demonstration’ next week.
This morning, I picked all the pears from the pear tree, and carefully wrapped and stored them. I also finished juicing the ginormous bag of windfall (i.e full of wildlife) apples that my parents gave me. My parents looooove giving me enormous bags of beetley apples. They’ve done it year after year, and, dutifully, I’ve gone through them, cutting out the maggoty and mouldy bits, to make Pies. Then I found a Kenwood juicer attatchment at the local charity shop, and, wahooo, two litres of lovely pink apple juice.
I am still waiting for my ‘Country Wine Starter Kit’ to arrive. Grrrrrrr. Although one child is, nearly as I type, being sick in the sicky-bucket, so it was clearly a plan that temted providence somewhat (that, and the party with all the crisps and the gingerbread men and the sweeties, and the chicken curry to follow…)
I am reading ‘Chunky Hand Knits’, ‘Knit-n-bitch’ and something along the lines of ‘Crochet is really rather dead cool, even if it can still look rubbish’. I am also reading a ‘Miss Silver’ mystery. Begone, days of high literature. I shall submerge myself in 1930’s easy-reads, and crochet miscellaneous scarves, and eat biscuits by my lovely autumnal fire.
I am also half-way through crocheting a really strange looking spiral scarf, in which I’m using up lots of ends of gorgoeous old wool, scrounged and found from junk shops. I’ve done the bulk of it, and am going to finish off the ends with a strange mixture of lime-green wool that I’ve been hoarding for ages. Oh, yeah, I’m making a boiled wool bag, too. Sounds so delightful, doesn’t it – boiled wool. What I mean is, I’ve machine-felted a recycled pure lambswool sweater, in order to craft a dinkety-daisy tote. Better?
Oh, the endless whirl of excitement…but…wait…good things happen…because…
what else? Well, this blog has been tagged. Twice, actcherly, just I’ve been too preoccupied with my basic sewing failures to notice (sorry). The lovely Sakura has tagged me , and so has the artist known as KoolKookyKreatures. The lovely Sakura I’ll go on a bit more about next post, when I’ll also post the tagging info. KKK I shall talk about now, because, really, I’d rather do one thing at a time. She makes felty things, and they’re yummy.
Here are some things she makes that I think are scrumptious:
The cutest bird I’ve seen in a while:
And these fabby cat pins:
Her etsy shop is……daNaaaaaaaa…….HERE
Her blog is HERE
So, there you goes if you’re wanting felty funky gifts for Christmas. That aren’t mass produced, and are Rather Nicely Original.
I’ve done a bit of artwork (see pictures), but not that much. Time, time, time, and wonky ribbons.
